I followed the pattern exactly in number of stitches and pattern repeats. And it makes a lovely sized wrap. I love the way that, in wearing it as a wrap, each side also falls with the pattern lines running in different directions, a very nice recapitulation of the clapotis effect.

I wore this to a meditation/spirituality conference last weekend and it was cold in the facility, but I felt cosy and warm and spiritual. Well, in a rather lively way. People kept coming up to me to comment on clapotis and I saw again how knitting is as good as a baby or dog for meeting people. And no diapers or feeding required, though knitting (mine anyway) does require the lugging about of much Stuff.

Clapotis #3:Details:Pattern: Added one pattern repeatYarn: Claudia's Handpaint Sock yarn (5 balls and just made it to the end with maybe 3 yards to spare)Needles: Denise circular #7

Really enjoyed knitting this - I know some people have found Clapotis to be somewhat monotonous, but I love knitting-as-meditation, and I find this pattern perfect....repetitious, rhythmical, and just enough pattern to maintain mindfulness instead of inducing sleep, but not enough pattern to require forehead-scrunching concentration.

I had some trepidation about doing such a big project in sock yarn, but it was fun and the end result, light and very soft, well worth worth it. I haven't blocked either one of these clapotis, but I may do so with the Claudia's.

And now you must go to one of my favorite places to send Clapotis People or potential Clapotis People .... a poem about Clapotis based on the Wallace Stevens poem "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" -- you can read both! And there's pictures! As a poet who knits, I am both filled with joy and envy at author Cari's cleverness.Namaste,Zann

0 Comments:

About Me

Professor's wife, mother of four, zannma to two. Grew up in Coral Gables, Florida, transplanted to Indiana at age 40, where I saw my first snow and learned to love wool. We homeschooled three of the kids, I helped to create a used bookshop ( Wabash River Books 1996-2005)and became an online bookseller. I started this blog in 2005 to share my mid-life artwork (primarily fiber), poetry and creative explorations. On March 18, 2006 my 20 year-old son Patrick died...and my world irrevocably changed.
I own 64 years now. Life is very mysterious, magickal, beautiful and sweet and sad.